Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 24

Louis' P.O.V

It had been only three weeks since I walked in on Niall and Liam "getting it on" and I knew something was up with Harry.

His nose had been almost constantly running, and most days he was overly confident and happy. Which wasn't too unlike him, but it was way more than usual. I was sitting in our room, on the bed, Harry in the bathroom taking a shower, thinking for the millionth time that day of what could be wrong. Was he sick? That would explain the runny nose, but not the other symptoms. I tug at my hair, trying to think.

"Ugh!" I groan out, frustrated. He wouldn't hide something from me, would he? I slam my face into the pillow and lay there, letting my thoughts consume me and terrify me. By the time I hear Harry open the door and come into the room, I was a teary eyed, sniffling mess.

"Louis?" Harry asks me gently, and walks over to the bed and sits down, running a hand through my hair. "Are you okay? Sit up love."

I sniffle and sit up, but I don't move closer to him when he opens his arms for a hug. "Are you okay Harry? Are you?" I ask him, not knowing what else to say.

Harry pauses and then shakes his head at me, "What do you mean?"

"Just... You seem different lately.. These past few weeks. I don't know. Are you sick or something?" I ask him, biting my lip, not wanting to anger him. Which was something else that came easily to him these days.

"I don't think I'm sick, its probably just allergies Lou," Harry replies with a shrug, but he doesn't look me in the eye.

I just stare at him and shake my head. "If you say so Harry."

He looks back at me with anger in his eyes. "If you dont believe me, that's not my problem." He snaps. I flinch and he immediately opens his mouth to apologize but I press my lips firmly against his. I didn't want to hear it anymore. I just wanted to feel him, feel his love for me.

He kisses me back, just as firmly, pulling me swiftly into his lap, my fingers running through his hair.

"I'm sorry Louis, you know I love you. I promise its just allergies," he murmers while kissing my neck.

"Just be quiet," I moan out, not wanting to listen to his excuses. I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew it wasn't just allergies.

He grunts and pushes me onto the bed, wasting no time in pulling my shirt over my head, along with his own. He kisses down my body, making me moan and clutch at his back, my nails digging in. When he reaches my jeans, he unbuttons them and pulls them off, his own following them quickly. I was already hard enough, his hand wrapping around it and pumping just making it even harder.

I push him off of me and make him lay down, and bend down, seeing that he was still for the most part, limp. Which was strange, considering he would normally be just as hard by now. I look up at him and slowly take him into my mouth, knowing this will get him ready in no time. I bat my eyelashes and play with his balls with my free hand. He moans and twists my hair between his fists, but he still didn't have an erection.

I pull back and sit up, looking at him, not knowing whether to feel hurt or confused. "Am I not hot enough for you anymore?" I ask him slowly, the tears threatening to come back.

He sits up quickly and hugs me tightly, "No Louis of course you are, I don't know what's wrong.."

I pull away and could tell he was telling me the truth, which was kind of frightening. "Is everything okay, you know, down there?" I ask him, sounding very childish.

"As far as I know.." He trails off and you could see how confused he was.

"Maybe it was just this time. We can wait and try again, okay?" I tell him, hoping its nothing serious. He just nods and kisses my forehead and we slowly get dressed.